A New Day

Berlin 1846 Caroline lie in bed listening to the drip drop of rain as it beat against her bedroom window and as it fluttered down from the eaves. It was still dark but soon would be morning and she had yet to fall asleep. Her mind raced remembering Mama and Papa whom she would never see again. She sighed and stifled a sob. If only Papa had not died -- if only Mama had not acted like the little fool she was, I would still be able to call this room my own. But die they did, and tonight is the...